Craving the Forbidden

Chapter 1: The Booth of Temptation

Hey, it’s Cathy here, and let me tell you, last Friday night flipped my world upside down in ways I never saw coming. Galen and I were just leaving Dino’s Diner, stuffed on greasy burgers, when I spotted this neon sign flickering ‘Adult Emporium’ off the highway. I’ve always been curious about those seedy little joints, you know? So I nudged Galen, who was half-asleep at the wheel, and said, ‘Babe, ever wonder what’s inside one of those places?’

He blinked at me, his tired eyes narrowing. ‘Nope. And I’m guessing it’s just a bunch of weirdos and sticky floors.’

‘Oh, come on, don’t be such a prude,’ I teased, poking his flabby arm. ‘Let’s take a peek. Live a little.’

He sighed, long and dramatic, but pulled into the lot anyway. Inside, the store was a damn carnival of kinks—shelves packed with dildos the size of my forearm, and racks of DVDs with titles so explicit I felt my cheeks heat up. But what really caught my eye was a dim hallway at the back with a sign reading ‘Video Booths.’ Now, I’m no shy flower, and my curiosity was itching like hell.

‘Galen, let’s check this out,’ I said, dragging him along before he could mumble another weak protest.

We slipped into a cramped booth, the air thick with a musky scent I didn’t wanna think about. Galen, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, fed ten bucks into the console. The screen flickered to life, showing a menu of pure filth. Every thumbnail was some jacked black dude with a cock that looked like it could split a woman in half, paired with eager white chicks. He hesitated, then picked one called ‘Married PAWG’s First BBC.’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

‘Really, Galen? That’s your pick?’ I smirked, crossing my arms under my huge tits, knowing full well the effect it had.

‘Shut up, Cathy. You wanted to see this shit,’ he muttered, face redder than a tomato.

The video started, all moans and skin slapping, and I was about to make another snarky comment when I noticed a hole in the wall, right at waist height. A glory hole. My heart did a little flip. And then, holy fuck, this massive black cock—easily fifteen inches of pure, throbbing power—pushed through like it owned the damn place. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t look away. It was thicker than my wrist, veins bulging, and I swear it pulsed with a life of its own.

‘Cathy, what the hell are you staring at?’ Galen hissed, but I ignored him, stepping closer. My hand reached out before my brain caught up, fingers wrapping around that beast. My grip couldn’t even close around it, and the heat of it seared my palm.

‘Cathy, stop!’ Galen squeaked, but his voice was background noise. I was mesmerized, stroking that hard, endless shaft, feeling it twitch under my touch. My pussy clenched just imagining it inside me. I dropped to my knees, the cold floor biting into my skin, and leaned in. My lips parted, and I took the tip into my mouth, tasting the salty precum. I’ve sucked cock before, sure, but never like this. I went at it like a woman possessed, tongue swirling, lips stretching wide.

‘Are you fucking kidding me right now?’ Galen’s voice cracked, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the rhythm, the weight of it on my tongue, the sheer size making my jaw ache in the best way.

After a few minutes, I knew I couldn’t stop there. I needed it inside me. I stood, hiked my skirt up over my chunky bubble butt, and yanked my panties off, tossing them at Galen’s stunned face. ‘What the fuck, Cathy?’ he stammered, but I was already bending over, reaching back to guide that monster cock to my dripping wet pussy.

‘Shut up and watch, or get out,’ I snapped, my voice low and commanding. I backed up, feeling the head press against me, stretching me wider than I’d ever been. It was pure, electric bliss as it slid in, inch by agonizing inch, filling me to the brim. I gasped, my walls gripping it tight, my body trembling with raw, horny need. This was no game—this was a fucking revelation, and I was just getting started.